Not So Relaxing Day Off School

"Mom, could I maybe get a pass on doing the dishes?" I plead while standing at the kitchen sink.

Mom wipes a rag across the dinning table before standing up straight. She turns to face me and places both hands on her hips. Mom's hesitation to answer leaves the room silent. Only a feint buzzing noise can be heard.

"Sarah, look at the fridge. You might not like it, but it's your turn for dish duty." She replies

My right hand sets the sponge down on the counter as I turn to do what she says. My left hand stays reached out to keep the plate I'm holding above the sink.

Posted on the fridge is a chart that organizes the chores everyone does that day. Sure enough the word 'dishes' is under my name. After confirming what I already know, I shift my gaze to Mom.

"I know, but it's hard holding onto the di- mmmmppph... dishes with this in."

My free hand points down to my crotch as I explain.

Ryan had me stay home from school so he could use his pussy. I spent the morning laid out on his bed, bottomless and spreading my legs, while he fingered away at it. He didn't let up even when he got bored, instead electing to scroll through his phone with one hand and absentmindedly masturbate with the other. There wasn't a single break until Mom called up to us saying she made lunch.

My brother gave me his blessing to go eat but 'didn't want the fun to stop'. So he inserted a vibrating dildo into his tired, yet soaking wet, hole before heading down to the kitchen.

The three of us ate lunch together as a family. My fork shook in my trembling hand as I slowly picked at the food in front of me. Upon finishing our meals, Mom said it was my turn to do the dishes and Ryan added that he wants to see me afterwards. Then the boy, having no chores at the moment since we take our trash out at night, went off to play video games in his room while Mom and I took to our assigned tasks.

That's the story of how I ended up here. I'm currently standing in the kitchen, still naked from the waist down, with a dildo hanging about three inches out of my brother's pussy.

"It's your brother's pussy, honey. He can keep a toy up there if he wants. That doesn't mean you get to skip out on chores just because it's got you hot and bothered."

Mom walks up to me and grabs one of the clean dishes from the drying rack. Then she turns to open a cabinet and puts it away.

"Auuuugh I'm not trying to skip out on anything mmmpph But I don't think I can physically do it eeerrrmm When Ryan's pussy is driving me crazy."

I clench my free hand into a fist and press my thighs together against the dildo. Desperately trying to keep my composure, I close my eyes and take deep breaths. All of my strength is dedicated to holding up the plate.

"Of course it's driving you crazy, look at the size of that thing. Not to mention it's vibrating at full speed."

Mom spoke as if confirming something so obvious like the sky being blue. She points at the toy buzzing away between my legs while looking at me with an expression that screams 'DUH'. After a few seconds of looking at me like I'm stupid, she drops her pointing finger and resumes her lecture.

"But you can't let that keep you from attending to your responsibilities. Unless your brother wants his vagina in his presence, of course. We've been over th-"

"Oh FUCK! OH FU-AAAAAGGGH!!!!" I scream out before she can finish her sentence.

A mind blowing orgasm sends my hips bucking back and forth. Juices drip down my thighs while my eyes roll into the back of my head. My knees buckle, causing me to I fall forward and then-

CLANK

Instinct takes over and I drop the plate to catch myself. It hits the metal bottom of the sink, the sound shooting through the room. After a few seconds of squealing like a stuck pig, I weekly hoist myself back up.

"Thats exactly what I am talking about, young lady! You're lucky it didn't break!"

Regaining my senses, I see that Mom had moved around me and is looking down into the sink.

"I -phew- I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it." I apologize, referring to both the plate and my orgasm.

Mom's face turns up at me with scornful eyes. I can tell her words aren't going to be sympathetic, let alone forgiving. She opens her mouth to speak, but Ryan's voice catches both of our attention.

His cries coming from the top of the stairs echo through the house. They're loud enough to be heard clearly down here in the kitchen.

"Hey Mom, can you come upstairs?! I think somethings wrong with the toilet!"

Mom's head turns toward the living room while muttering something to herself. Then she looks back at me, her face still scrunched with frustration.

"Just clean the rest of the dishes. Without breaking them. Then make sure you go see Ryan after you're finished. He couldn't stop talking about playing with his pussy after lunch."

My Mother takes a step forward and closes in on me. She leans down so her face is level with mine. Her breath brushes across my chin each time she exhales. Suddenly, I feel her pointer finger push against my chest.

"Sarah, you're carrying RYAN'S vagina. You have no right to deny him access to his privates. It doesn't matter that it's between your legs, he owns it. The only reason you're not in school right now is because he wants to play with his property. So I better not find you anywhere other than Ryan's bed. This isn't some kind of vacation for you to relax, it's your job. I don't care if he keeps you in his room all week. You're going to sit there, spread your legs, and present that pussy to your brother's satisfaction. Do you understand young lady!"

I gulp at Mom's harsh monologue while fear sends shivers down my spine. But at the same time, I can't help but get annoyed. She's talking like skipping school makes me happy. Missing one day of my honors classes leaves me way behind.

Also, why is she getting so mad when I've been giving Ryan access to his cunt all day? I know I've kept it away from him for a long time and even got mad at him for trying to see it. But can't she see I'm trying hard to make up for that?

Despite my anger, I reply to Mom with a whimper in fear of being punished for talking back.

"Yes, ma'am. Ryan's going to get all the time he wants with his vagina."

Mom pulls away from me and calls out to Ryan that she's coming. She stars power walking towards the stairs and I take a second to look at her plump ass sway with each step.

Left to my chores, I picked up the plate and started scrubbing. Soft moans escape my lips while doing my best not to drop any plates or utensils. All I can think about was how hard my life has become ever since we realized that I was carrying Ryan's pussy.

After what seems like an eternity of trying not to cum, I finally get down to the last fork. At the same time, footsteps heading down the stairs echo through the house. I can hear Mom's voice approaching the room.

"So the toilet's fine." She says while I look up from the sink. My jaw instantly drops.

Mom was standing at the kitchen entrance completely topless. Her massive breasts are out and exposed to the open air. My mind races in confusion while I watch her reach up and cup them. Looking at me with a smile, she bounces her huge rack up and down.

"But it turns out your brother owns my Mommy Milkers."

"What?" I mutter to myself in disbelief.

Having no idea what she means, I scrunch my face in confusion. Then my eyes finally look away from my Mother's breasts when I notice black markings on her stomach.

RYAN'S:
Stomach
Tits
HANDS
VOCABULARY

"Oh my god! Ryan owns all of that?" I gasp while Mom walks into the room.

"Yes he does, slut. Sorry but I'm only allowed to call you names he approves."

I can't believe I didn't notice. My brother owned Mom's breasts, hands, and even her words this entire time? Suddenly, it starts to make sense why he's always gawking at her boobs. They're his! Mom probably feels so stupid for yelling at him over it and calling him a pervert. I know I'd feel terrible.

"Hop up on the table and spread your legs, whore. These cock-jerkers have work to do."

I gulped and waddled over to the table. Mom let go of those Ryan's tits and held his hands up in front of her, wiggling his fingers as she does so. It's obvious that he wants them to play with his pussy.

"Try to get comfortable, cum-guzzler. Ryan wants his personal cock-socket pumped until he's finished playing his video games. He just started another round, whatever that means, so it may be a while."

Mom's tone comes across casual, if not loving, despite her- well, Ryan's bizarre choice of words. I guess he owns the words she uses, not how her voice says them.

Laying my back on the table, I spread my legs. Then I pulled my legs in to bend at the knees and rested my feet on the corners of the table. Mom smiled at the sight of me presenting Ryan's pussy.

"Oh fuck!"

My eyes shut tight when she grabbed the end of the toy thats sticking out of me. The vibrating was bad enough without someone thrusting it. I bite my bottom lip as moans start to escape my mouth.

"There we go, dick-milker. Just sit back and relax while he pounds his cooter."

It's still so bizarre to hear crude words spoken in such a soothing voice. Regardless, I shuttered and squirmed at the feeling of being split open. Mom was pumping the dildo with Ryan's hands so fast it felt like a machine. The sensation was so intense I came just two minutes after we started.

"I'M CUMMIIING! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

The house echoed with my screams and the dildo's buzzing could be heard within the kitchen walls. It feels like I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life. Most of me wishes we never realized all the things Ryan owns. But a small part of me loves how good he makes his pussy feel.

"SHIT! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!" I call out when the thought crosses my mind.

After God knows how long, I eventually calm down enough to open my eyes. I see Mom leaning over me with a warm smile spread across her face. Noticing I've finally come to my senses, she speaks in an equally warm tone.

"You must be feeling pretty drained, huh? Don't worry, we'll have dinner after Ryan's plowed his ham-wallet. I'll let you pick what we have tonight."

Ignoring her attempt to reassure me, I move my gaze down her body. Ryan's huge tits are hanging down from Mom's chest, lightly sway at the same pace of the dildo. He really does have a nice rack. I always knew they were big, even when I thought they were Mom's. My chest isn't exactly small but seeing those massive things swinging around makes me feel like an A-cup. I never thought I would be jealous of my brother's tits.

"Alright, that's enough. You can take it out." A voice disrupts my trance.

It was Ryan leaning his back against the sink. I wonder how long he's been there. Come to think of it, how long have I been here?

Mom immediately stops her onslaught upon hearing his words. Then she slowly pulls the dildo out. My legs collapse out of exhaustion and hang over the edge of the table. No longer muffled by his pussy, the dildo's buzzing noise gets a little louder. Mom turns it off and sets it on the table beside me.

"Oh hey, Cockzilla! I didn't notice you come in." She says while I'm staring up at the ceiling.

After a couple of heavy breadths, I start to sit up. The first thing I notice is Ryan's smug grin looking at me from across the kitchen. Then my eyes shift to Mom walking toward him.

"I rammed that cock-catcher the entire time, just like you said."

My brother turns his attention to Mom who is using his hands to cup the large breasts hanging from her chest.

"I saw. You really gave my personal fuck-hole quite the pounding." He chuckled

She finally reached him and arched her back, jutting her chest forward. Ryan's tits were level with his face thanks to Mom's height advantage.

"Sure did, Mr. Donkey-Dick. Now come get a face-full of these Giant Fuck-Jugs."

My brother didn't hesitate to plunge his face into our Mother's chest. He reaches both of his hands, the ones connected to his body, up to the sides of his tits and squeezes them together. Ryan's head was now completely absorbed by all that meat. He started shaking his face back and forth while humming noises filled the room.

"Oh you're so silly." Mom giggled at his juvenile sounds.

After a minute or two Ryan pops his head out and makes it known that he's hungry. My brother tells me that I need to make dinner, intent on enjoying a tit-job while I do so. The demand gets an angry expression out of me. Who the Hell does he think he is? Just because he can order me to spread my legs doesn't mean he can make me do extra chores. The look on Mom's face tells me she agrees, even when she's carrying the tits he wants to fuck.

"I don't mean to ruin your fun but it's my night to cook, Big-Balls. This whore's on dishes." Mom tries to explain.

Ryan's response was to stay silent and walk over to the fridge. With a marker in his hand, I looked on wondering what he was doing. Then a few moments later, the smell of food was flowing through the kitchen.

"Aaaah, fuck yea. Work that titty meat, Mama. Hey, Sarah! How much longer!?" Ryan called out loudly.

I answer while stirring the large pot of stew in front of me "15 minutes. Just like 10 seconds ago."

It was bad enough he was badgering me, but did he HAVE to yell when I'm right here? I look over at my brother whose bare ass is sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. The pants around his ankles aren't the only thing at his feet. Mom is on her knees before him, giving Ryan a tit-job.

"I love fucking these huge fucking Mommy-Knockers." He moans while thrusting his hips upwards with vigor.

"These Heavy-Honkers are yours to hump, Fat Nuts. Pump that donkey dick all you like." Mom sweetly replies.

After everything thats happened I still can't get over how Mom talks so dirty with such an innocent voice and pleasant smile.

Most of Ryan's dick is buried in Mom's chest. But I can see the tip poking out of the top. Each thrust barley misses her chin. He really has it all doesn't he? A decent sized dick, a pussy to play with, AND a huge rack at his disposal.

"Oh Cum-Slut? Don't forget to add salt." Mom says from between Ryans legs

Turning my head to grab the salt, I see the chore chart on the fridge. Ryan's name is written at the top of the board. He even gets to dictate the chores for crying out loud! Then I look down and shake my head at the 'Dishes' and 'Dinner' sitting under my name. I guess I should feel lucky I made it this far without having to do everything.

"OH FUCK I'M GONNA BUST!" My brother yells, snapping my attention back to him.

"Go ahead Stud. Bust a big load of boy batter all over your Fuck-Jugs." Mom encourages.

My brother grabs onto the sides of his tits and starts violently bucking his hips. The giant rack ripples as he slams away. Finally he shoots his cum into the deep valley of cleavage.

"Alright it's ready." I say while taking the pot off the stove and turning to face them.

Ryan leans back in his chair while trying to catch his breath. Mom stands up and looks back at me. Her chest is completely covered in Ryan's cum. I can see a few strings connected between each breast.

"Thanks for cooking Dick-Sucker. Can you hand me a paper towel?" She asks while pointing at her chest. I immediately grab a sheet since the sight grosses me out.

"No" Ryan interjects with his head still laid back. "I wan't those tits covered while we eat."

"Come on Ryan that's gross!" I snap back at him. How am I supposed eat with that in my face?

Mom throws the paper towel in the garbage before she could make a single wipe. Then she turns her attention back to me.

"That's not your call, Cum-Guzzler. These are your brother's personal Hooters."

Mom cups the cum soaked breasts with Ryan's hands. She bounces them up and down to accentuate her point. Then she grabs a bowl from the counter and walks over to the pot.

"Now let's eat! All that titty fucking made Mama hungry."

This house is Ryan's playground. We're just living in it.

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